She was talking to the two deliver guys, telling them directions on how to get to our house, when my phone rang. I was trying to hurry up n the phone ...nd listen to them at the same time. Before i hung up, I heard her softly say," Oh I'll be ready for you alright!" She was smiling when she turned around to me as we walked out of the store. My mind was thinking bout what she meant by being ready, all the way home. I laid in bed and came up with a plan. Thursday came and i left for work as she got. I can’t seem to think about anything else. I’m sorry, Bill. I wish I could just let go and we could start again, but until this … cloud is gone, I can’t relax and be myself. I hope you understand.’ ‘Of course I can, Zena. You have every right to be upset. I have one thought right now and that is to remove Roger Traubel from your worries and your life. I’m going back to my office now. Are you going to be OK?’ ‘Yes … I am now. I’m so grateful for your help. Thank you, Bill.’ He leaned forward and. She is the definition of japanese beauty. She has pale white skin and a very petite figure. She has very stylish black hair with bangs. Her heels click on the floor as we walk.As we enter her office I notice it looks more like a doctors office than anything. Harsh lighting with a padded bed with stirrups on it. Her shelves are full of small devices I don't recognize and can't imagine the use of. She pats her hand on the stirrup chair indicating for me to sit down."Koko de anata o kowashimasu". “Was that a French kiss?” she asked.“Yes, it was.”Then she kissed me again and tentatively used her tongue. She was pretty good at it, so I put my hand on the back of her head and made a fist with her soft blonde hair.“Mmm!” she moaned and broke our kiss. “This is all so new to me, Bill. My heart feels like it’s going to jump out of my chest and I’m afraid I’ll lose control.”“I won’t let you lose control.”“Maybe you should take me home. It’s nine-thirty.”I was disappointed, but replied,.